Last week I couldn’t sleep due to an overwhelming urge for a Butterfinger candy bar. So around midnight I made my way down my block to my corner 7 11. As I walked in I immediately noticed this super hot chick surrounded by 3 guys. Obviously I had walked in on the end of a conversation because I heard one of the guys say, “We’d be happy to help you move in tonight. Just tell us where you live and we’ll be right over.”
As if on queue she looked right at me and said rather loudly, “Oh that’s okay, my girlfriend is going to help me. Right?”
I hesitated for a split second but I love a damsel in distress so I quickly answered, “ Oh yea. Don’t worry about it boys. We’ve got it covered.” The group of testosterone laden men parted and let my new best friend out from within their circle. She hooked arms with me as if we were long lost besties and after I bought my much sought after candy bar we walked out together.
Once out of ear shot of the still lurking group of men she thanked me profusely for getting her out of a sticky situation. By the time I assured her it was my pleasure we had walked a few more feet and she stood there pointing at a little townhouse behind my shoulder with the lights on.
“That’s my place.” She said. “Want to come in for a second? I mean you don’t have to but I don’t know anyone here and it’s the least I can do for what you did. Offer you a drink I mean. I have wine and vodka. Come on, please.”
She was rambling on and on and I thought it was cute. She seemed harmless enough and she only lived a block away from me. What could happen? So I obliged and went in for a drink with my new friend.
After a drink and some small talk in her living room I looked around and noticed she was indeed, in the middle of moving in. Boxes everywhere. Furniture in disarray. We were sitting on her couch when she asked, “Would you help me move this? Please? I hate it where it is and I think it would look so much better over there.”
Several drinks and several hours later, her couch had been in every possible position she could think of to put it in. Including several end tables and boxes. I’m sure I would have noticed that I had hurt my back if I was so liquored up. But it was kind of fun in a weird, move some hot stranger chick’s furniture around when you’re drunk way.
During the move she mentioned something about an ex-boyfriend. So the little thought bubble over my head read, “Of course she’s straight.”
Later when she asked me to show her around the LA nightlife I sort of hummmed and hawed for a second since I haven’t been to a straight club in ages. Finally I said, “Well, I’m not sure you’d like the kind of clubs I go to.”
Her curiosity peaked she wouldn’t let it go. After explaining to her that I only go to lesbian and gay clubs her eyes lit up and the 20 questions began coming at me in record speed.
Okay. She was definitely curious about the lesbian lifestyle. I’m open, so I answered all her questions. Even some really personal sexual questions. But I noticed the time and the sun would be up soon, so I had to go.
So began my friendship with the bi-curious school teacher. I have lots more to tell you about her. But first you had to know how I met her. For the blog I’ll call her Taylor. Check back soon to see what complicated, twisted thing she does and claims she did it all for me. Ha! I’ve heard that before. Wait. I’ve said that before. But that’s not the point!
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You are my new hero!
HA! if that had happened to me i think i would have jumped for joy, (well,… you know because, joy was hanging naked from the ceiling) (not really) but that would have made me feel special… i dont know something about a HOT ASS chick that makes me do nice things for people….